Dressed to Hire

I stood in my quaint tower with my eyes peering down at the city streets below. I noticed one well dressed man, slightly over weight walking from building to building. He was definitely a "salesman." I saw no evidence of his vehicle. That was early this morning around 9:45. By lunchtime I saw the same guy still walking. It was then it occurred to me that perhaps he wasnt a salesman. He was clearly on a mission. The day is somewhat breezy; but not so nice that you wouldnt drive to the next appointment. He must be selling himself!


Our economic times have caused most of us to be more considerate of our disposable income. In fact it may no longer be classified as "disposable" but "necessary." Restaurants are a little bit emptier. Planes a bit lighter and etc. Even the blessed may feel the hint of stress. We love money; dont let anybody kid you. Its the only thing God points out as an "equivalent" in serving in my casual recall. Money is a strange taskmaster. The more you have, the more you get; if you're without it, you want it. Its like green air — necessary and/or critical. A man can live on shallow breaths but he thrives on full deep breathing.


Good luck, Mr. There are more folks hunting/searching and unemployed than ever. Some will have to invent their own jobs, some will find a suitable job, others will do whatever is left. Many are going back to school; great idea if you can afford not to go on living. These are challenging times, but they will end and the sunshine will return. We will prevail!